Her first response to anyone who spoke ill of her was seduction:  The music rises, and she draws closer.  She hovers over your ear whispering hot ice down your spine.  Soon there is just enough gin between you and the floor so she can take you out to dance.  The room evaporates into a kaleidoscope of down beats, hot wind and hips. Then you collapse into the darkest corner.  She lets you kiss her neck and tell her what a fool you were.  She makes sure you are hers, makes sure there is nothing you wont do for her.  When she is satisfied she pulls you close and whispers in your ear, I love you but I think Im going home with that guy.